The others stared down at the ground. After seeing what had just happened, they were at a loss for words. TorqueDawg's inventory laid there on the ground. As Sparklez watched the spot his… annoying person he somewhat hung out with… died on. He seemingly froze in place as he processed what he had just witnessed.
"TorqueDawg…?"
Then it started to sink in and he began to freak out.
"TorqueDawg?!" He yelled, falling to his knees with his arms sprawled in the air.
Ivor- I think he was mine, decided not to read the room. Instead, he simply said, "So I'm guessing calling dibs on his inventory would be…"
Petra- the other one, not mine, was about to call out Ivor's rude behavior, but got cut off.
"Jesse's not just a girl's name…"
'Now's not really the time, Jesse'
TorqueDawg wasn't the greatest, but poor Sparklez deserved some condolence. I didn't really know how to comfort him, so I simply moved over to him and lightly rubbed his back. After a few seconds, he suddenly sprung up. He began rambling, clearly out of his senses.
"All those arrows! His inventory… everywhere! How did that…?! Who?!"
Jesse- whomever's he was, looked uncomfortable. He seemed to be debating what to say to Sparklez.
"One minute he's alive, the next… gone! Poof!"
"Wow. uh," Jesse began awkwardly. "You seem pretty broken up about this. Were you guys close?"
This, oddly enough, seemed to somewhat calm down Sparklez.
"I mean, not really? He was kind of a tough guy to be close with, but it's still terrible!"
Just then, Jesse… Midnight's Jesse? He noticed the trap on the ceiling.
"Everyone, stand back."
He moved up to it, very obviously disobeying his own command.
"Lemme see what I can figure out."
My Jesse walked over with him to help investigate. Realistically, they were doing nothing but staring quite intensely at TorqueDawg's stuff. They found it especially interesting when it was sucked up into a hopper. Eventually, they finally noticed the tipped arrows and plucked one up. My Ivor immediately grabbed the tipped arrow from them despite there being another one impaled into the ground right by him. He then proceeded to sniff it very intensely and creepily.
"Smells like… yes! Potion of poison?"
Sparklez sniffled, then said, "Oh, is it a t-tipped arrow? I've heard of those. They're… they're still pretty new. Nasty stuff."
"You ever seen them used like this before?" Asked Midnight's Jesse.
"In a trap like that? No way. Could've sworn I saw someone do a tutorial on how to make those not too long ago… but my nerves are too shot to remember right now."
Midnight's Jesse pocketed the arrow, which seemed pretty odd of a thing to do. Doesn't he know that arrows can pierce clothing?
"Well, let me know if it comes back to you."
"Hello? Everything okay in here?" Lizzy shouted from the other room.
She didn't really give us time to answer, bursting through the door immediately. So then she just stood gaping at us for a good ten seconds before talking.
"Woah! What's with the crowd?"
"I, uh… I was just about to get everyone together to tell them at once," Sparklez mumbled, leaving the room in an odd looking manner. Lizzy just watched him leave, severely oblivious to everything going on.
"Okay…? Hang on a minute! It's you. I recognize you!"
"'Recognize us?' How?" Asked a Jesse.
"I'll show you! Follow me!"
"Um… okay," Said Petra.
We all walked behind her, clumped together in a group. We were barely squeezing through the hallway. Of course, Cassie was there waiting, staring quite intently at a painting. It almost made her seem like she was somewhat normal instead of a homicidal maniac.
"Lizzy! Hi!" Cassie chirped. "Did you see all of these new- oh, you've got them with you,"
She stared at us so oddly that I'm surprised no one mentioned it.
We walked into the room, marveling in sheer horror. It was creepy to say the least. I'm surprised Cassie could even paint this much in such little time. Of course, there were the normal youtubers, Cassie, and crossed out TorqueDawg. Obviously, there was my Jesse, Lukas, Ivor, and Petra. There was also Midnight's Jesse, Lukas, Ivor and Petra. I suppose that it was not too particularly weird. However, it took up a lot of space and made it look severely odd. What really made me uncomfortable, the most unsettling thing there, was the two paintings upon the wall that kept the entrance to the dining room. One of Midnight, and one of me. Nice fanart, I guess? Kinda creepy? This also meant that once she gets tired of trying to eliminate Ivor, she might then attempt to dispose of us. It didn't really scare me. I just had a very, very uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. Judging from how out of it Midnight looked at that very moment, she seemed not to feel all that comfortable either. She stared at her painting. She didn't quite look surprised, but she was obviously not happy in the slightest.
Or maybe she was just hungry. She most likely had not eaten since she went into the first portal, which was a day or two ago. Wait, do we feel hunger? I haven't eaten in weeks. Maybe we only feel hungry when the plot says it's convenient? Like in the Sunshine Institute.
"Well, first it was just portraits of the people already here, then poof… you guys."
"Woah, that's… unexpected," Mumbled the other Jesse.
"Yeah, no kidding," Said one of the Petras.
I didn't really know how to tell the two Petras apart all that well, they're basically and literally the same. Weren't they just from different universes, or worlds, or whatever?
My thoughts got interrupted by Ivor's pure glee once more.
"They're absolutely exquisite! Perfect!"
"Well, not perfect…"
"Absolutely. Perfect!"
Lukas' portrait had what appeared to be a clown nose. Poor Lukas, almost got a meeting with death multiple times, only for this to be his reward. I'm not going to lie, It's hilarious. Though, I'd never tell him that. It'd just be way too rude.

That was way harder to do than it needed to be and I need to relax and rest and stuff now because I'm just so tired of staring at words on a screen so I'm going to go read and write more so I can make my tiredness worse because I don't know what else to do so haha, bye now!
'What? No! You have to give a proper author's note!'
Bold of you to assume I know how to make proper author notes.
'...I suppose you are correct. Fine, whatever. Bye!'
Bye!